Why does it take me so long to write a book? Because of this. Can you tell what it is? If you know me, you’re already saying ‘cat bed’ and you’d almost be correct. But the truth is a little more nuanced than that. You see, this is a Hatshepsut Pot Pie. Let’s take a closer look and I’ll show you what I mean.
In this next photo, you see the actual cat bed, and the homemade blanket I sewed for the cats for the holidays one year. Don’t judge. Sewing is distinctly not one of my skills. The cats were touched. So there. But still. There’s more to this than ‘cat bed’. Think of the purple bed as the bottom crust and the cover as the top crust.
Here’s the filling – a sweet, warm, sleepy Hatshepsut. The other cats climb onto this bed and flop down like normal cats. Not Hatshepsut. She digs and digs at the blanket. I’m expected to stop what I’m doing (no matter what kind of scene I’m in the middle of writing), get up, and lift the blanket so she can climb in between the bed and the cover. I’m to tuck her in – sealing the top ‘crust’ to the bed so no drafts get in. There’s usually nonsense chat involved. “Do you want to be Hatshepsut Pot Pie? Come on, I’ll help. Here you go. Here’s your pot pie.” She purrs and purrs, especially after I’ve tucked her in. I’m left with a cat bed with a purring lump in it. This lasts until her brother or her sister jump up and flop atop the bed, not realizing that it’s already occupied.
Silly? Yes. Cute, though. And it’s always wise to cultivate your relationship with critters who are pretty sure they could take you in a fair fight.